I went to the doctors today. I’ve been procrastinating a lot in deciding whether to go, and today I finally went. The anxiety was there, but I made it to the surgery.
I’m on a higher dose of tablets, just to see whether they will make a difference. I was doing so well up until early June, then back down the mountain I went. I’m prepared to give anything a go to get myself out of this rut. It isn’t pleasant, but when the alternatives are considered, the only thing to do is to carry on, in the British way, stiff upper lip and all that jazz. And I will.
I received a nice piece of encouragement from the correspondent in Nepal, who simply said “Keep on writing!” That I will do, keeping it real, keeping people abreast of how things are in my life. It gives me hope to know that someone is closely following my progress from a far off outpost. Encouraging, and that gives me hope to carry on once again.
Time to start climbing that mountain again…
Allen Brooks xx